Reborn, the demon hybrid dragon cub is the group pet

Qinglian saw the winking expression on Mo Shanan's face, and then looked at the movement of his little hand on his chest. She stood up helplessly, held his hand in an exaggerated way, and cried.

"Little benefactor, this poor monk will not let you go even to death. The snake demon is so scary and ferocious. This young monk is really scared. You have to stay and protect this young monk."

"Ah ah ah, it's so scary, the little monk is so scared."

"........."

Mo Shanan was hugged tightly by him helplessly, and his little hands were still pushing the bald head that was leaning towards him. She gritted her teeth and said to him word by word, "I think you should let me go."

He was wrong, he would rather die than hear the other party's howling wolves and ghosts.

"That's not possible. How can I ask you to protect me and sacrifice yourself, little monk? I am merciful. This poor monk will have trouble sleeping and eating in the future."

"Ah, let go of me, who said I would sacrifice for you! Shameless!"

Mo Shanan regretted it. He had known that Long Mingjian would be more realistic than this guy, with his exaggerated expressions and exaggerated acting skills.

"The little monk will not let him go even if he is beaten to death."

Qinglian also quietly touched the flesh on the little guy's face. No wonder the master asked him to abduct the cub. It was really too soft.

"Little monk, uh?"

He felt that he suddenly rose into the air and turned to face the father of a certain cub, who picked him up and threw him out without mercy.

"Ah, little monk's waist"

"boom"

Mo Xiantian stared coldly at the man holding his waist, his thin lips slightly opened, and he said with a bloodthirsty chill, "Next time you dare to touch his face, I will tear your leaves into pieces."

Mo Shanan said that his face hurt a little. He raised his hand and touched it. It turned out that the mask had been taken off a long time ago. The feeling of guilt in his heart disappeared in an instant.

He angrily glared at a man with a guilty conscience. The man's waist and legs didn't hurt, and he walked towards him neatly.

"The male donor can see through the little monk's identity at a glance. It's really amazing."

Qinglian looked at the fingerprints on the cub's face, and guiltily took out a bottle and handed it to him.

"To express the monk's apology, I would like to ask the donor to accept this bottle of clear dew."

Mo Xiantian raised Mo Shan'an's face. The clear fingerprints on it made him want to throw him away a few more times. It would be better to kill him to avoid future troubles.

Qinglian felt a chill on her back, and almost dropped the bottle in her hand when her hand shook.

"Well, then I'll accept it."

After Mo Shan'an took it, he winked at him to show that he was okay. He pointed at his waist where Mo Xiantian couldn't see him and asked him if he was okay.

Qinglian was stunned for a moment by Mo Shanan's concern, smiled, and shrugged. She was just pretending, and nothing happened to him.

"hiss"

Mo Shanan's cheek hurt. When he met the man's intriguing eyes, his heart skipped a beat and he knew something was wrong.

"Father, my heart aches."

"I see that you are not in any pain at all. Didn't you just have a pleasant talk with him behind my back?"

“Wrong nest”

Qinglian on the side saw this and couldn't help but take a step back. It was better for him not to interrupt the conversation between the two father and son. The cub's father was too cruel.

The little guy couldn't even speak clearly. His chubby baby fat was pinched by the opponent's two fingers. Hessing, don't say it, he was a little envious.

"That monk, yes, what about you? Are you still up there?"

Everyone looked at Qinglian. When he saw the sign hung up, he patted his forehead and almost forgot about the business.

"Little donor, you guys"

Qinglian also planned for the two father and son to stop for a while, but when she turned around, she saw the reconciled father and son. The little guy put on his mask and was fawningly beating the leg of the man sitting on the chair.

"You guys made up so quickly"

"That's nonsense. My relationship with my father is extremely good. How can we reconcile?"

Mo Shanan pinched his thighs and refuted the other party's words righteously. Hiss, his face hurts. To lose weight, he must lose the baby fat.

"Well, little donor, it's our turn to take the stage, otherwise you should abstain."

As soon as he said this, two eyes stared at him. What's wrong? What did he say wrong? Why are you looking at him like this?

The inner activities of the two father and son: "This man deceived me (the cub), so let my father (me) take care of him (kill him)"

"Xiao Monk takes back what he just said."

Sure enough, both of them withdrew their murderous gazes at the same time.

"Father, just wait, I will definitely win, and I will win beautifully."

When Mo Xiotian saw the little guy with his hands on his hips and a confident look on his face, he still chose not to reveal the deal between the two.

"Well, be safe"

After saying this, the man on the side couldn't help complaining in his heart. He could see through him at a glance and wouldn't know the fishy relationship between them.

"buzz"

"no, I'm fine,"

Mo Shan'an rejected Long Mingjian's kindness and said with an imperative, "I will know if there are any as soon as I take action. I don't need to take you with me in this little fight."

Qinglian couldn't listen anymore and flew onto the stage before him.

Mo Shan'an wanted to fly up, but after thinking about it, he decided not to expose his wings. Amid everyone's surprised eyes, he slowly walked up the steps.

"Just kidding"

Most people thought that Mo Shanan had made a mistake. Who brought his own child here, but they didn't take it seriously and let him take the stage.

When Xiang Wuye saw the child in red on the stage, he suddenly thought of the child Di Moxiao brought last time and looked at someone sitting in the middle.

"he?"

Di Yexuan looked at the little guy on the stage. It was really him. He raised his forehead. What did Mo Xiantian think? Let him go on stage and get beaten?

"Your Highness, isn't this" like the little cub of the demon clan?

Di Yexuan frowned, preparing to let Xiang Wuye stop this one-sided fight.

"Ahem, I am the "Little Master Mo" who is known as the invincible fighter in the world."

The scene suddenly became as quiet as a chicken

Someone who was about to stop him stopped silently, covered his face and walked back.

Qinglian received the look from the little guy opposite and her eyes twitched slightly. What should he say? !

"Um, little monk Qinglian?"

The corners of Mo Xiotian's mouth twitched slightly in the audience. Fortunately, he was wearing a mask, otherwise...

"It doesn't matter, I will definitely beat you."

"buzz"

Long Mingjian was cheering for Mo Shanan from below, and the sound of the sword was unignorable to those present.

Tenglong was sure that this was the cub of the Demon Clan. When he heard the sound of Long Mengjian's sword, his old face turned red. Don't let anyone recognize it as something belonging to the Dragon Clan.

"Dragon Mingjian?"

Xiang Wuye was not sure, so he raised his head and asked the two of them. They both half-covered their faces and shook their heads solemnly.

"No, it's not" x2